Covergirl, yeah, not so much

I have a black eye this morning. So any dreams I may have harbored about secretly being a model have been dashed.

That's right, you read me right. And no, it's not my run of the mill looks black bagged out caused i haven't slept black eye. For those of you that are actually concerned about my physical safety, i regret to inform you that i was indeed the victim of a brutal assault, committed by non other than the fruit of my very own loins.

There I was sleeping (I won't say soundly to avoid this becoming a work of fiction)rather craptastically (tossing, turning, the usual) when out of NO WHERE, two tiny but beastly strong little fists of fury come flying into my face!!

ONE! TWO! ONE! TWO! BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!

Straight shots to my ONE eye (no doubt strategic). Over and over again. I tried to grab the little guns, but she was quick about her buisness. Lethally quick. In an effort to preserve my sight I had no choice but to roll off the bed and out of her reach.

So there I am on the floor, taking a minute to get my bearings. Suddenly this little face peeks over the bed, and with an enormous grin across her face, she waves.

YEAH. WAVES.

GTFO I said under my breath. AS IF. clearly this was NO accident. Planned down to the last punch. I did laugh, until I saw my eye.
Now I have to tell people my kid beats me. It's not pretty.

To add insult to injury, she asked me to play peek-a-boo later that afternoon.

OUCH.